Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
It does strain credulity doesn't it? Places an untenable weight on one's struggle to believe that there is surely an equal number of people capable of discerning value and quality capability, intelligence and trustworthiness to balance those who fall prey to the promises of frauds portraying themselves as White Knights capable of overturning all the worrisome problems bedevilling citizens finding their governments oblivious to their most basic needs. That out of a capitalist jungle of swindlers and bankruptcy artists could erupt a brash, swashbuckling circus barker corrupt to the core whose hubris reflects the confidence conman whose vast financial gains made of him a celebrity, vowing to the discontented and bewildered that he would deliver them from the land of naught to the paradise of plenty, exiling all those hated politicians who fail to give heed to their existential need -- who could foresee? That this skilled necromancer could manipulate and impress great swathes of the population to cast out the old and vote him into high office was a matter of laughing disbelief, until it happened and laughter turned to tears. Do not despair ye of broken faith, for this too shall pass.
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